Elizabeth has a bad day or 'McKay and Carter screw up and the Ice Queen finally loses her cool'.
I have no idea how to explain this. Other than this is another 'Induced by Injury' story from yours truly that has been inspired by Paramore and their interlude 'I'm Not Angry Anymore'.
Totally AU and probably OOC. Set-in my mind-after Elizabeth's rescue, her recovery and her subsequent return to her rightful position as Expedition Leader. And, just in case, I've got it that the Asurans weren't defeated until Elizabeth was found.
It's Sparky too :D
Enjoy-Jo xo
I'm not angry anymore,
She smiled at the blonde opposite her in the briefing room. She was bickering with Rodney.
Well, sometimes I am.
HER briefing room. In HER city. She really hated it when Sam visited. Bought back memories she'd been trying hard to forget.
I don't think badly of you,
She didn't. Pinkie Promise.
Well, sometimes I do.
Okay. She totally did. And whenever they got together, McKay and Carter always seemed to know just how to wind her up.
It depends on the day,
'What did they just say?' she heard John ask. Really, she knew he was asking her to try and translate but she really wasn't in the mood for technobabble translation.
The extent of all my worthless rage,
'I don't paid enough to put up with this shit… .'
I'm not angry anymore.
'Did I just say that out loud?'
Oh well, she could always blame it on the nanites futzing with her brain.
I'm not bitter anymore,
'So you and Rodney are planning on working on the device found on P4X 123 then Colonel Carter?'
She knows they are but she's trying to be nice.
I'm syrupy sweet.
But the smile is killing her.
I rot your teeth down to their core,
'Or I'd punch them out given half a chance… .' Her mind REALLY needed to stop wandering.
She blamed John. And being held captive by the Asurans for four years. She'd gotten used to letting her mind wander…when they weren't sticking their hands in her head of course.
She shivered.
If I'm really happy.
'Which, apparently, John is not judging by the vague sound of him yelling at me to drop to the floor.'
Not that she had to. She soon found herself reacquainted with not only the floor but the wall outside the laboratory they were working in.
Her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness?
'FUCKING SCIENTISTS!'
Depends on the day,
'And so far, this day sucks… .' she thought, the acrid smell of smoke from the explosion and the all too familiar smell of disinfectant filling her nostrils.
If I wake up in a giddy haze,
'It's just the morphine… .' so she's told. John's hovering beside her-and as comforting as his presence was-he was starting to get on her nerves too.
Well, I'm not angry,
'No. I'm fuming. They PROMISED me they'd checked the current required for that goddamn device,'
I'm not totally angry,
'That's the LAST fucking time I'm letting those two within twenty feet of each other!' she hears John growl through her still ringing ears and smiles softly, squeezing his fingers.
I'm not all that angry anymore.
She's been released from the Infirmary and she's snuggled up in bed waiting for John. She's under strict instructions to avoid anything strenuous and to only go as far as the commissary for the next two days. She's pleasantly buzzed from the delicious amount of painkillers Carson pumped her full of and she's happily munching on popcorn, watching the latest horror movie to make its way across the galaxy into her possession when John returns, looking like a puppy in fear of a newspaper.
'Erm…the commissary was all out of double chocolate chip cookies so I just bought Oreos and milk.'
…
Okay. Maybe I am.